I have never been as vulnerable with students as I was then, having to tell the fifth graders I was in pain.
My English teacher helped me believe in my writing. She also drew me into an inappropriate relationship.
We all knew my aunt Mary would die young, like five of her siblings. Her chosen method was a speedball.
Why I failed Introduction to Writing Fiction
“I always say kidnap, but Mary might have had custody; it isn’t clear.”
In which I take a short break from a book tour to play Find a Junkie at Disneyland
What kind of story would you like to write?
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